Wise Jonesing

I close my eyes so that I can see,

Hold my breath so that I can breathe.

Mute my ears so that I can learn to believe.

I possess an unbinding faith in my conciousness to connect with the divine, so that my ancestors and I can link.

Prioritizing my thoughts so that i can think.

Feeling my way through life as if its fierce heat are mere warnings and its suffocating tensions are only lessons.

Smelling the sweetness inside the burnt ashes of many blessings and messages.

I weigh my options by seeking a truth that only unravels within itself.

A truth that can only be felt and dealt.

A truth that delivers me knowledge with age and peace like a monk, messiah, and the help craves.

It be my own dismay that limits my abilities through doubt and scattered things.

Speak of me, with a tongue that is cleansed with sacred water & honey dipped Alstroemeria untaint.

With words too powerfully innocent for the faint.

Hear my cries so that my pain is not in vain.

So that my woes don’t drive me insane.

Align my path with aster flowers as I walk, so that my heart and presence can be felt before I am sought.

Be I the clear quartz healer of the broken and the Black Tourmaline to your enemies unjust evil unspoken.

Be loud, eyes.

Be silent, lies.

Be peaceful, love.

Peace and love always!

J. Peters

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Nailed Shut

It’s the heat of hell that gets to you,

Digging at your inner peace and rocking your core to explode so that the stress you carry can be written.

It’s the cry of venom that is lethal to the life of plenty.

Truth scarring their skin like a concrete burn that rips skin until the meat of your arm shines brightly and thinly.

Watch what you say because words and feelings are the only thing that ever remains after change.

Mute is the cry of the fallen angels that soar through the sky’s looking for an enemy.

Confusion is the souls that don’t no where to go so they choose to lay within the black goo that absorbs the lies of the envied.

To feel helpless is to feel a fear that can only be empty.

A timeless pain that can only confine us.

Be at ease all..

Love and light..

J. Peters